I can barely comprehend what’s happening as he continues making me feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.
His tongue works away at me like he’s some kind of expert, and yet I know that this isn’t something he does with just anyone. I feel like I’m the only woman in the world right now, and that’s on him, making me his only focus. He pulls himself in closer, burying his tongue inside me. I’m the only thing on his mind. He wants to be right here, tasting me, pleasuring me. I’ve never felt more like I matter, like I’m important. But here with him, I finally mean something to the world. I am somebody.
My body is trembling hard, and it feels like it’ll never stop. I know that I’m close to the edge of my pleasure once again. How does he do it? He’s driving me completely wild, my head thrashing on the bed and my fingers gripping the sheets.
A few minutes of his tongue on my center and I’m on the edge of coming undone. Feeling like it’s all about to come crashing down on me.
“Nate…oh God, Nate, I’m so close…” I pant, breathlessly.
That’s what he does, he takes my breath away.
His eyes meet mine as he licks me and I realize I can’t hold on for a second longer. I feel the orgasm crash over me, making me cry out and buck against his face. I gasp for air, feeling the untamed wildness of the moment overcoming me.
I’ve never felt so free, so on the edge of everything. He’s done something that no other person will ever be able to do to me.
He’s given me pleasure I didn’t believe was possible.
But it’s not just the physical, it's the emotional. No man has ever treated me like he does. Like I’m important, precious.
And now, I never want to leave his side again.
I never expected it to be like this…for a man to worship my body the way I want to worship his. This strong hunk of a man wants a woman like me? It doesn’t feel possible, but he’s proved that it is. He’s given me so much tonight, made me so good as he touched me with such care and tenderness. He showed me the true meaning of pleasure.
And now I want to do the same for him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Nate
“I’m not done with you,” I growl as Tara sits up and tries to reach for my belt. I’m standing at the edge of the bed, about to dive right back in, but she seems to have other ideas. Doesn’t she realize that this night is all about me giving her everything she’s ever wanted?
She glances up at me when I pull back.
“I want to give you something too,” she whispers. I growl in pain and in pleasure at her words, but she comes first. My cock is rock hard and ready to go, but tonight isn’t about me. I want to pleasure her.
“This isn’t about me. Let me touch you, Tara.”
“If you want to give me pleasure, then you’ll let me touch you,” Tara says firmly, her eyes boring into mine. I groan. I didn’t realize she’d want to call the shots, but it’s kind of sexy, the look in her eyes, the demands she’s making.
How can I say no?
I can’t deny her anything she wants. After all, all I care about is that she gets what she wants.
When I don’t stop her, her hands slowly move back to my belt. The anticipation is killing me, but her movements are slow, making me want to grab her and fuck her right now, bend her over the bed and take her, but I know she’s teasing me, drawing it out, making me want it even more.
My hands are desperate to touch her, to feel the beautiful hills and valleys of her body, but a part of me is also curious to feel her touch. In fact, a large part of me is. I’ve never let a woman touch me before, though I’ve certainly had the opportunity in my lifetime. But, I’ve been waiting for the right moment…
Waiting for her.
And now it’s finally happening. As she takes off my pants, her hand moves to touch my member through my boxers. Her eyes widen and I can tell that she’s feeling just how large I am.
She looks a little shocked.
“You’re…you’re so big,” she whispers. “Am I-am I going to be able to handle you?”
“Don’t worry,” I tell her. “My body and yours are meant to be together. It’s going to be fine. When the time comes I will give you nothing, but pleasure. That much I can promise you.”
She nods, still looking a little nervous, but as she slides down my boxers, she seems eager for what comes next, to see how this is going to go. I groan, my body tense with anticipation.